Spit it out, give it up   Tell me another depressing story   Here it comes, there it is   Gimme a reason to stay or I'll start packing my mind      And in the spirit of the Indians, jaded and faded,   I'll settle my score and I'll haunt all your dreams with my      Heya, na, na, Hey, na, na, Hey, na na, Heya   Heya, na na, Hey, na na, Heya (2x)      Take the time to drink from my well   'Cause I'm so exhausted, I can't even drink for myself   And I built a palace of purpose complete with a shrine   Oh, but how come the road that's less travelled has so many lines?      Turn around, let me see    How many promises I've forsaken   Never mind, let it be,    Isn't it funny how each new road leads straight to home      And in the spirit of my ancestors Gaelic and and Godly, I'll spit on my fear and I'll summon my tribe with my      Heya, na, na, Hey, na, na, Heya, na na, Heya   Heya, na na, Hey, na na, Heya (2x)      Take the time to answer the call   Or something far colder than winter may follow the fall   And a yellow brick road to salvation awaits the divine   Oh, but how come the road that's less travelled is where I find mine?      And with the ebbing and the flowing of the tide I'm washed ashore   And each sermon succeeding is stranger than    Before you take me, teach me to run from myself   Before you take me, let me take somebody else      Take the time to fall on your knees   'Cause my soul is a cell and I can't come and go as I please   And I paid my debt with my blood and my sweat and my time   Oh, but how come the road's that's less travelled is paved with my crime?      Heya, na na, Heya, na na, Heya (4x)